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My eyes become sleepy
and hands numb with cold
-this is vacation.
"VACATION", I'm told.

Your bell is attentive
bring my gaze to your gate
but writing in water-
my uncommon fate.

Your pacing has driven,
me miles and miles.
And words go unspoken
as luggage just piles.

My heart beats too steady
untrue to my course
-and shaky feet stumble.
She left him by force.

Your missing already
the shape of my face-
the touch of my grace-
the way that I taste-
my presence in place-
of your cold Winter lonely,
holding tightly my trace.

My burrowing deeply,
hidden moments in yours,
and one last kissed longing,
prevents closing these doors.